Chapter 656 - 180: Overlapping 3
"Alright, Aunt Ye."
Watching Ye Lan turn and leave the room, closing the door behind her, the atmosphere in the room returned to silence.
Yan Huan withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at Ye Shiyu, who was sitting on the bed with her legs turned to the side.
She was also looking at him.
"..."
In the silence, they both spoke at the same time,
"Sister Shiyu, last night..."
"Xiao Huan, just now..."
It was like a collision, causing Ye Shiyu to pause, and she softly said,
"Xiao Huan, you go first."
Hearing this, Yan Huan couldn’t help but smile slightly,
"Alright... although I have a hunch we’re talking about the same thing."
"?"
Ye Shiyu tilted her head slightly, looking at Yan Huan in confusion.
After a night’s sleep, her originally smooth long black hair was sticking out in several places.
It wasn’t pretty, but it added a touch of relatable domesticity, making her a bit more real than a terrifying phantom.
Could An Le’s modifier really be so terrifying, still lingering even now?
Yan Huan thought this, but it wasn’t the case.
The real thing troubling Ye Shiyu was the unease brought up by Ye Lan’s mention of the night attack.
"Do you remember what happened last night, Sister Shiyu?"
"No... not really..."
She said this only half-truthfully.
She remembered the fight with An Le but didn’t plan to bring it up, and the latter part where she was tormented by pleasure was indeed hazy to her.
She just remembered vaguely recalling An Le’s words about Xiao Huan hating her, and then she...
"Did I... say something to Xiao Huan?"
She looked up at Yan Huan with uncertainty and asked.
Yan Huan blinked and nodded,
"Yes."
Hearing Yan Huan say this, Ye Shiyu’s heart began to race, and she shifted from sitting sideways to kneeling, hurriedly asking,
"So what did I... actually say?"
Yan Huan looked at her nervous yet eager expression and couldn’t help but curl his lips slightly.
Facing Ye Shiyu’s gaze, Yan Huan stood up against the morning light, buttoning up his collar button that for some reason had been undone.
"Hmm..."
After a moment of thought, Yan Huan looked at the kneeling Ye Shiyu and smiled,
"It’s a secret, Sister Shiyu."
"..."
Hearing this, Ye Shiyu’s eyes widened for a moment, but then she suddenly remembered what Yan Huan said earlier.
Were they possibly talking about the same thing?
So, in the end...
Could it be that she had already confessed the process of the night attack and her feelings for Xiao Huan, and he didn’t mind?
So now, even after hearing his mother say those things, he didn’t hate her?
No wonder he explained for her earlier.
No...
But why, when his mother spoke, did he turn back to look at her with a look of contemplation and hesitation?
Was he worried that rejecting his mother would make her sad or that she might do something even more outrageous?
Or was the current smile a facade?
Would he gradually distance himself from her, never coming to her home again once they walked out of that door?
Confused...
Completely confused...
What was really happening...
Despite the anxiety at the thought that Xiao Huan might dislike her, when she recalled him explaining to her mother on her behalf, her heart couldn’t help but race.
"..."
Lost in such thoughts, Ye Shiyu’s face turned a shade of pink as she stared blankly at Yan Huan.
Suppressed emotions, other than possessiveness and control desire, burst forth.
Her face flushed as she turned away from Yan Huan’s gaze...
Just like when she chased him out from home then.
Except this time, Yan Huan was not masked; he was genuinely speaking to her.
The girl on the bed returned to the past, but the boy standing did not remain the same.
One stepped forward, the other back.
It seemed, they coincided perfectly.
"Sister Shiyu, I’m ready, do you want to tidy up a bit? These socks..."
Yan Huan didn’t continue the previous topic but turned to look at the stockings that had fallen on the ground, asking.
Ye Shiyu, not holding a phone, clenched her hands slightly in front of her chest.
She glanced at Yan Huan and said,
"Could you, Xiao Huan, take care of it for me...?"
"Huh?"
Yan Huan was stunned for a second, then said,
"Oh, I’ll throw it away for you."
"Yeah... I’ll... tidy up my clothes."
Yan Huan picked up the dried stockings and tossed them into the trash can. Behind him, Ye Shiyu watched his back while tidying her clothes.
"Xiao Huan, do you want to come over to my place?"
"Ah, no need, I um... have some things to do in the afternoon."
"Afternoon?"
"Hmm..."
Mentioning this made Yan Huan’s expression unnatural.
In the afternoon, she had to meet with An Le and go to Luqiao District for Bai Yi’s charity performance at the hospital.
Come to think of it, if An Le was at school chasing Ye Shiyu for a kill...
Then with last night’s heavy rain, where did An Le spend the night?
...
...
"Ugh..."
Yuanyue Academy, the infirmary.
The infirmary was empty on a weekend morning. The lock that should have been fastened seemed to have been drilled open by something hard and lay on the ground.
The door was ajar, and through the gap, one could vaguely see inside the white drapes, An Le curled up in the bedding on a bed.
Her eyes were closed, resting quietly.
From beneath the covers, three soft and seemingly ethereal tentacles extended.
Two were as soft as flesh, while the other was slightly more rigid and appeared paler...
That tentacle was the one that Ye Shiyu’s modifier had bitten off before.
"Uhn..."
After an unknown amount of time, An Le finally gave a slight moan, her consciousness beginning to return.
The three tentacles hanging on the ground also twitched slightly, coming back to life.
An Le opened her eyes groggily, her pink serpentine gaze in her left eye still clearly visible.
Subconsciously moving her body, she found she had no feeling below her spine, jolting her awake,
"Whoa!"
The three tentacles immediately reacted and started lashing around as if receiving a signal.
"Plop~"
"Plop~"
"Bang!"
The two soft fleshy tentacles slapped limply against the wall, while the rigid one flung a chair next to it.
Hearing the loud noise, An Le realized she hadn’t deactivated the tentacles.
It was excruciatingly painful when the tentacle was severed yesterday, and with the rain outside, she might get soaked in the corridor.
So, she instinctively used her newly grown, firm tentacle to drag herself to the infirmary to rest...
"Whew..."
Disabling the tentacle ability in her mind, the pale skin below her neck slowly regained a faint flush, returning her sense of touch.
Senior Sister Ye was deeply affected by the pleasure, just a few more times...
Thinking that, An Le finally sat up, looked at her phone, and remembered something important,
"Ah! This afternoon... I still have a date with Xiao Huan!!"